Revolution Calling (NAC)
Jul 27, 2024 16:48:12 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Jul 27, 2024 16:48:12 GMT -5
Night. The White House is illuminated by floodlights. By the iron fence in front of it, Arvind Shakar and Black Philip stare at the highest seat of power in the US, and perhaps the world.
Revolution. The upheaval of the existing order to create something new, something better. An apt name for this event then, since it will see the sealing of the changing of the guard in WUK. Bloodied Fox will destroy Donzig in Hell in a Cell, and my partner and I will claim the North American Cup and the WUK Tag Team Titles. All it requires is three more victories, and while there are no certainties I am confident we are superior to the opposition ahead of us.
Oblivion Death Squad, I have wasted enough words on you so I will keep this brief. You are nothing but servants of Donzig. Twice we have met and twice he has had to save you from our tender mercies. This time he will not be there to save you. Neither will Lady Sinclair. We will cut the strings that hold you overgrown puppets upright and watch you slump to your rightful position.
The Empire bicker and quarrel, while Rage & Cage and their allies overlook all to make deals amongst themselves over who will lay down like a cheap whore for the other in the final. This anger and hubris robs them of the unity that is required to triumph. Phillip and I are two very different beings, but we are as one in our aims. Isn't that right?
The hulking form of Black Phillip, hood raised to somewhat cover his goatlike mask, simply grunts in reply. Arvind smiles.
Imperial Catch Kings speak loudly of their superiority to all others and demand competition, yet over no credentials or achievements to justify this stance. Perhaps they are paper tigers? Should we meet, they will be put to the test.
Tilted Cartridges. Now there is a team I relish meeting. Determined and with a point to prove. Cheez, like us you know the sting of rejection by society for being different to its ideals. Like us it drives you, pushing you to prove your worth to those who would overlook you. Your focus may be of a more... digital... nature than ours, but there is more than a hint of Nightbreed to you. Combined with the stalwart strength of Wellington Dunn, you will make worthy adversaries.
Then of course, there is Bad to the Bone; the WUK champion and his companion...
Black Phillip cuts off Arvind before he can continue.
Dominicus, you hold your title for now.
Soon it will belong to Fox.
You will have no better success against us.
Having raised an eyebrow at the interruption, Arvind smiles politely at his partner's rumbled declaration.
Quite. Dominicus, you and Big Bone are talented beyond what your comical antics would suggest, but the darkness you clothe yourselves in for pageantry is our home. You are trying to fight us on ground that we know truly. That is a fools errand, and we do not suffer the fool to live.
Night falls, and you will fall with it.
Revolution. The upheaval of the existing order to create something new, something better. An apt name for this event then, since it will see the sealing of the changing of the guard in WUK. Bloodied Fox will destroy Donzig in Hell in a Cell, and my partner and I will claim the North American Cup and the WUK Tag Team Titles. All it requires is three more victories, and while there are no certainties I am confident we are superior to the opposition ahead of us.
Oblivion Death Squad, I have wasted enough words on you so I will keep this brief. You are nothing but servants of Donzig. Twice we have met and twice he has had to save you from our tender mercies. This time he will not be there to save you. Neither will Lady Sinclair. We will cut the strings that hold you overgrown puppets upright and watch you slump to your rightful position.
The Empire bicker and quarrel, while Rage & Cage and their allies overlook all to make deals amongst themselves over who will lay down like a cheap whore for the other in the final. This anger and hubris robs them of the unity that is required to triumph. Phillip and I are two very different beings, but we are as one in our aims. Isn't that right?
The hulking form of Black Phillip, hood raised to somewhat cover his goatlike mask, simply grunts in reply. Arvind smiles.
Imperial Catch Kings speak loudly of their superiority to all others and demand competition, yet over no credentials or achievements to justify this stance. Perhaps they are paper tigers? Should we meet, they will be put to the test.
Tilted Cartridges. Now there is a team I relish meeting. Determined and with a point to prove. Cheez, like us you know the sting of rejection by society for being different to its ideals. Like us it drives you, pushing you to prove your worth to those who would overlook you. Your focus may be of a more... digital... nature than ours, but there is more than a hint of Nightbreed to you. Combined with the stalwart strength of Wellington Dunn, you will make worthy adversaries.
Then of course, there is Bad to the Bone; the WUK champion and his companion...
Black Phillip cuts off Arvind before he can continue.
Dominicus, you hold your title for now.
Soon it will belong to Fox.
You will have no better success against us.
Having raised an eyebrow at the interruption, Arvind smiles politely at his partner's rumbled declaration.
Quite. Dominicus, you and Big Bone are talented beyond what your comical antics would suggest, but the darkness you clothe yourselves in for pageantry is our home. You are trying to fight us on ground that we know truly. That is a fools errand, and we do not suffer the fool to live.
Night falls, and you will fall with it.